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AMERICAN MADE

Come On! Ha ha ha yeah

Well down in Panama City, they’ve perfected the art of the tan
And those Oklahoma girls, they sure know why they call it “Heartland”
Well up in Seattle boy they’ll have you praying for rain
And those Tempe, Arizona women’ll have you beggin’ for shade

And from the valley girl talk to that southern belle drawl
Oh my God Hey Hey Y’all

My girl – she’s American Made
  (Raised right here in the USA)
Well my girl – she’s American made
   (Hotter than an Independence July Day)

She loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a football game
My girl – she’s American Made

Well there’s a Tennessee girl who will always have a place in my heart
That’s right
And those Broadway beauties they sure know how to play their parts
Louisiana ladies got a mojo and make you wanna stay
Yeah but there’s a city full of angels always waiting on me home in L.A.

I can hang down in Texas while them girls sing along
Living on Lone Star beer and Pat Green songs

My girl – she’s American Made
  (Raised right here in the USA)
Yeah my girl – she’s American made
   (Hotter than an Independence July Day)

She loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a football game
My girl – she’s American Made

She loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a baseball game
My girl – she’s American Made
Yeah My girl is American Made
Oh - My girl (Raised right here in the USA)

Ooooo Get me in deep in that Alabama red clay **
My girl (Raised right here in the USA)
Up in Indiana man rolling in the hay
(Raised right here in the USA)
Over in Hawaii you can find yourself lei’d ha ha ha
(Raised right here in the USA)

She’s got a tattoo on her ass that says USDA
(Raised right here in the USA)

MAKING CIRCLES

Well our love story reads
Like a book of lies
Good intentions, better alibis
No happy endings
No straight lines
No movin’ on, but no goodbyes
But this bittersweet revelry
Will be the death of me

We go ‘round and ‘round
Trying to work it out
And all I get’s hell bent and bound
Never far from right where we are
And you think that we’d get enough
You know we’re gonna f** it up
We’re holding on, and sinking down
Here we go ‘round and around
Making Circles
Making Circles

We both need to lead
While we dance along
One more graceful spin
On whose right or wrong
To same old words
Its same old song
Maybe we’re right, where we belong
Can’t get much better
It sure can’t get worse
Well either way we turn, it’s gonna hurt

We go ‘round and ‘round
Trying to work it out
And all I get’s hell bent and bound
Never far from right where we are
And you think that we would get enough
And know we’re gonna f** it up
We’re holding on
And sinking down
Here we go ‘round and ‘round
Making Circles
Making Circles

You’d think that we’d had enough
Be sick and tired of f**in’ up
Holding On, sinking down
Here we go ‘round and ‘round